#Alexander Waverly

[heytheredeann]

TMFU + headlines (pt. 11)

[thattripleabattery]

Napoleon: *Gently taps table*

Illya: *Taps back*

Waverly: What are they doing?

Gaby: Morse code.

Napoleon: *Aggressively taps table*

Illya: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE

THAT BACK-

[chevaliermalfets]

[cha-melodius]

TMFU + Certainly Not a Bot Tumblr Descriptions (inspiration)

[delflorias-steampress]

From SOLO magazine, issue 1, 18 February 1967.

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[ikeepwatchinghelicopters]

Random thought: (I apologise if this has been written already.)

Napoleon tries to seduce Illya with food. He starts bringing food or baked goods to work. He tries to cover it up by sharing them with Gaby/Waverly/other UNCLE agents too, but he always makes the food primarily for Illya. He starts inviting Gaby and Illya over for dinner more often. However, he always comes up with some excuse why he is giving Illya food. Like: "Hey, Peril? Wanna come over for dinner? I made way more food than I can eat and Gaby already turned me down because she has some other plans."

His excuses get more and more flimsy with time and everyone, literally everyone around them realises that Napoleon is trying to seduce Illya with food. Everyone except Illya, who is so deep into believing Napoleon could never like him back that the thought that the food is something else than food doesn't even cross his mind.

At some points it crosses from being amusing to watch to being frustrating, so Gaby (and probably even Waverly) start dropping very not subtle hints about Napoleon's intentions.

[milkyway-gaily]

[3 pages of short comic. Please read panels from right to left like in manga, thank you!]

This was for my dear recipient Huggiebird for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Gift Exchange 2023. Lots of amazing works there! Please check out the whole collection!

I love drawing anything food-related so naturally I went with this prompt lol

The title comes from the quote: “No matter where you are in the world, you are at home when tea is served.” – Earlene Grey (poet)

Illya and Napoleon are somewhere between friends and lovers and they're currently stuck in the temporary shared housing in London(but they're not complaining at all). Gaby on the other hand has the privilege of enjoying a nice flat all by herself. (If you find Illya's room and bed way too big that's because I was stupid🤣)

[the-meme-from-uncle]

Not me drawing art for my fanfiction instead of actually writing the bloody thing...

It's an AU on the end of the Fountain of Youth Affair in case you were interested 👀

(lmao what's a background?)

I ate on that third one ngl 😌💅

[leonardcohenofficial]

vaguely inspired by this spirk post; i could see napoleon and illya (who haven't told anybody that they've gotten together) getting back to new york after a particularly exhausting affair and immediately crashing together in napoleon's apartment; illya gets woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of a communicator going off, so he grabs the cigarette case, blearily talks to waverly and lisa, and confirms that yes, they made it back safely, yes, he and napoleon can come in to get physicals in the afternoon, yes, he will tell napoleon when he wakes up—and then a shiver of fear goes down his spine because how did they know he was still with napoleon? what gave them away? are they going to be in trouble with UNCLE? before he can say anything, waverly very matter-of-factly tells illya they need to get the batteries in napoleon's communicator replaced as the signal is getting weak, and tells illya he's pleased the two are back safe, sound, and together before hanging up; illya breathes a sigh of relief (though he's still kicking himself for such a stupid move) and lets napoleon cuddle him close again, taking in the quiet and closeness until they have to get up in the morning

[theragamuffininitiative]

Waverly: I'm not looking for a problem, Mr. Solo, I'm looking for a solution.

Napoleon: Well, they know me. If I tried to show up in the area, they'd try to kill me. ... Does that help anyone?

Waverly: Only Mr. Kuryakin.

Napoleon: ???

Waverly: - who is next in line for promotion.

Napoleon: ah.

[heytheredeann]

Waverly, trying to mediate after a fight between Illya and Napoleon which resulted in no less than three explosions: "Listen, Kuryakin, sometimes you just have to decide if you'd rather bury the hatchet or bury your partner."

Illya: "Well, that depends."

Waverly: *sigh* "On what?"

Illya: "Is it very good hatchet?"

Napoleon: *outraged screeching*

[pippinoftheshire]

Well... this is a certain person's fault... and will probably not only end up being the longest thing i've ever written, but ALSO the thing that is going to take me bloody AGES:

So all that you get so far is this:

It’s been near on two hours since the fiasco on Solo’s balcony, and Waverly’s words of, a fresh unpleasantness. Two hours where the three agents had done nothing but try and come to the terms of having been corralled into a team. One that looked like it was going to last. Gaby’s not entirely sure how she feels about it, partly because it scares her a little, how much they’ve grown on her, and partly because she is still waiting for that inevitable moment when Solo will finally lash out at her for getting him tortured. Though it hasn’t happened yet

[headcanonthings]

Waverly: Are they flirting?

Gaby: I think so.

Illya: We are not flirting, we are arguing.

Napoleon: We are flirting.

[delflorias-steampress]

"Attack by the Office Cat!"

From SOLO magazine, issue 26, 12 August 1967.

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[ikeepwatchinghelicopters]

I was cooking soup and the TV was turned on and there was a tennis match. So my brain went: tennis -> Wimbledon -> British -> Waverly -> casefic?

UNCLE gets intel that something nefarious is going to happen at Wimbledon. Waverly decides to sand in his best agents for an undercover mission (and to everyone's surprise, he says (with barely contained excitement) he'll join them in the field playing the role of a spectator in the audience).

I would really love to have them go as players, but it would probably be totally unrealistic for a new player no one has ever heard about before to appear out of the blue. It would be very funny though, if one of the players was uncannily similar to Illya. Like, Illya would have to cover up the scar somehow and maybe grow out his hair, but otherwise he could pass as the player's twin. I don't think Illya has any experience playing tennis (or just very little), so he is super awkward at it first (he gets a few weeks of intense practice before the tournament, though).

I have no idea if women could be umpires in the 60s/70s, but I would love to see Gaby just sitting there on the high chair and chilling. Meanwhile Napoleon would get some kind of not-at-all flashy, physically demanding, annoying job. I don't know what other staff do during Wimbledon other than the youngsters collecting balls (and Napoleon looks too old to pass as one of these), so I don't have anything concrete in mind. I just have this image of him constantly complaining why he can't be the chair umpire and Illya popping up from somewhere and being like: no one would trust you to make fair calls.

[demigodofhoolemere]

Rofl, a Man from UNCLE page I follow on Facebook just posted an old piece of fan art I made and shared here back at the height of my TMFU obsession. That was the absolute last thing I expected to see on my wall!